Phantom of the Gala

The next morning, Spike had convinced Fluttershy to do it. Fluttershy had arrived to the opera house and joined everybody else in the rehearsals. She sat down next to Rarity and Sweetie Belle.

The chorus sang, then Fluttershy sang, then it was time for Fancy Pants to sing. “Those who tangle with Don Juan,” Fancy Pants sang off beat.

Octavia stopped everything. “No,” she said. “It goes like this, Those who tangle with Don Juan!. Now you try.”

Fancy Pants sang it again, still wrong. Octavia sighed. “Still no,” Octavia told him. “Accentuate the T in tangle, got it?”

Fancy Pants nodded and sang it wrong yet again. “Ugh, Fancy Pants,” Octavia sighed.

“What does it matter?” Rarity asked interrupting Octavia. “No one has ever heard of this opera before, so who is going to know it's wrong? At least his way sounds better than the original.”

Then a loud sound happened. It was the sound of Madame Sparkle's cane hitting the floor. “Would you say that to the composer?” she asked Rarity.

“The composer isn't here,” Rarity told her.

“Are you sure?” Twilight asked.

Rarity, a little creeped out, looked around the room to see if she could see anything. Octavia cleared her throat. “Once again, Fancy Pants,” she instructed. Before she could play the notes on the piano to show him, the piano had already started playing the notes by themselves.

Everyone was startled and got up to see what was wrong. They all looked at each other frightened. “Sing!” a loud booming voice erupted from no where.

The chorus then looked at each other and began to sing their part. Fluttershy was scared, so she ran out of the opera house as quick as she could. Outside it was snowing a lot. She ran to find the only refuge, her father's grave. She entered the cemetery. “Why?” she asked to herself as she entered the cemetery. “Father promised he would send to Angel of Music. Not the Demon of Music.”

She looked around at all the gravestones. She then found one with her father's name on it. She knelt down and started sobbing. She loved her father more than anything in the world. She hated to see him go. She watched him, when she was only eight, she watched him drift off into his deep sleep. She actually watched it. It made a her cry to think about it.

“You were my only friend,” she told the tombstone. “You were all that mattered. I just wish I could hear you again.” She then brushed some of the snow off the headstone. “She then rested her head on the gravestone. She then hugged it. She probably looked crazy, but her father was her one and only friend when she was little.

As she sat their and mourned over her father there came a voice, “Wandering child, you seem lost and helpless,” it said with a sweet enticing voice. “I know you're pleading for my guidance.”

Fluttershy wiped some of the tears from her eyes and looked around. “Angel, father, friend, or Phantom, who is it?” she asked.

“Have you forgotten your angel?” it asked.

Fluttershy then stood up and saw her “angel” standing behind a mausoleum. She walked towards him. “Please speak, she said. I've been lost and can't find my way,” she pleaded for him.

The Phantom then held out his hand for her to grab so she can go with him. She smiled reaching her hand slowly towards his. “Why does my mind beat against you?” she asked him. “But my soul obeys.”

Her hand then was placed in his. “You turned against me, you turned from the true beauty,” he told her. “Don't shun me and come to me.”

Fluttershy nodded and walked as he slowly started to walked away. “Fluttershy!” Spike yells ruining the moment. Fluttershy turns and sees Spike running towards her. Fluttershy then drops the Phantom's hand and take Spike's. “This man is not your father.” He then looks at the Phantom. “Why are you doing this to her?” he asked.

The Phantom was stunned and watched as he took Fluttershy's hand and took her away. He couldn't believe he almost had her, but she left him. She left him standing here. “Fine, let it be war for you both,” he muttered.